Sleepless Nights don't bother me
For I keep a Paper and Pencil beneath my Pillow
Crowded Counters little annoy me
For a strewn paper come my custody
Canteen Gossips never pester me
For Poetic Thoughts befriend me
My wife's bite and my children’s fight
Make little sense in my thoughtful mind
The word boredom doesn't occur to me
Ever since I tried becoming a poet
Poeming is worse than Drinks and Drugs
I don't know whether I am alright or all left
I don't know where I drive, how I drive
Where have all the Traffic Signals gone?
God's sake I am still alive
Is this the case with you all, Dear Poets?
(03-April-2010, Chennai)
Gan Chennai
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